★She was full of life, breaking every rule! He was obedient and always serious. ★She was a walking chaos. He likes his life quiet and composed without a damn mistake. Chaos interrupts- No! Hell breaks loose,when both are brought together for marriage. ≈Fiesty and fun loving, Meza Arora decides to run away from her wedding she was forced upon. It was as simple as that, except she had no idea what world awaits her. Blinded due to the pitch black night, Crashing into and disfiguring Ahaan Sharma's first child-his darling Mercedes, was definitely not on her to-do list. That is until they identify each other. Oops! Was he, not the same sinfully handsome, infuriating, extremely punchable due to his mastery in emitting coldness, man, with zero interest in her, who happened to put a 24-carat diamond ring on her finger in her engagement ceremony? Well... In the battle of profanities, wars of death stares, and tolerating each other in their craziest incarnations, sparks-scratch that, the whole damn fire flares between them, igniting the most unforeseen and irresistible chemistry, pledged for their lives. ~A Rom-com of a bride and groom who flew away from their wedding which was enforced on them, only to return together with strings attached~

It doesn't always have to be a glass slipper or a kissing frog. Sometimes it takes a loopy, little hullabaloo! ---------------------------------- "I'm sure you remember the episode 'The One With The Pediatrician' from the sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S. where Joey chooses to bellow out the name 'MIKE' in the cafe because he had lied about setting up a date for Phoebe with some guy named Mike." she folded her arms. "Your point being?" I raised an eyebrow at her as all of us were keenly listening to her. "We have a name we require- Kshitij. We have a cafe right here and I'm sure all of us are capable of yelling a name." She shrugged. "Yeah right. That would work well. My life is a sitcom and I'm sure there is a Kshitij sitting here, waiting for us to shout his name out!" I stated sarcastically and started walking towards the service counter where Julie was still on short of hands. "Let's try." She suggested over my shoulders. "Sure!" I laughed as I positioned myself behind the counter. Putting on an apron on my large tee, I bent down to pull out a pastry from the glass showcase below for a customer waiting. I handed the pastry on a tray to that impatient customer on the other side when I heard--- "KSHITIJ!!!!!" Drishti's loud voice from the cash counter silenced the entire cafe. I stood there frozen contemplating the recent happening. Did she just do that? All the heads in the cafe were twisted in her direction. She had a satisfactory smile on her face. The other three of my friends were as shocked as I was. But the thing that followed this hullabaloo shocked us even more- "Yes?" A masculine voice responded from one of the tables near the reading nook. Book Cover by: Mahi_Sinha27

Dameer Esfendyar al-Badr, the Crown Prince of the kingdom in exile, has long ago forgotten the rules of royalty. Too bad Mahin Arsalan is back to remind him of every last one - especially the one that had haunted him for years : ❛ what is a king without his queen? ❜ | NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON |

Cornered and burnt out, she decides to run away from everything she'd built. Resigned to his fate, he stays a willing prisoner and tool in the manor of crimes. When their paths converge, will they become the answer neither knew they were looking for or is it too late?

■FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S OFFICIAL @dangerouslove ■ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀▪︎▪︎▪︎ In spite of having proven her exceptional business acumen, Arvika Deewan knows that to make the Board of Deewan Group of Companies vote in her favour for the position of CEO, she has to make a lot of compromises, and one of them involves saving her step-father and business rival from a very tricky situation. But Varun Malhotra, Editor-in-chief of a rising business magazine BizNest, knows how to read between the lines, and is now determined to uncover the details for his next big story. With condescending exchange of favors and a raging business war, blurring the borders of a brewing power play is the last thing they should be doing. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀▪︎▪︎▪︎ ▪︎STAND ALONE/BOOK III IN THE DIL SERIES copyright © shubhodiya 2020

❝ They married as strangers. Shared a room. And slowly... they became each other's home. ❞ Anaya wears sarees and bakes the kind of cakes that taste like memories. Vihaan codes in sweatpants and hoodies, loves silence, and blushes when she flirts. They didn't choose love. They chose marriage - quiet, arranged, and unfamiliar. But between shared blankets, lingering touches, chai in the morning, and midnight whispers... something soft begins to bloom. This is not a love story that starts with sparks. It starts with burnt toast, shy glances, and a hoodie left on her side of the bed.

Maahi was well-versed in the art of unrequited love. After all, she was quietly and hopelessly in love with Aarush all those years ago in college. But that's a closed chapter now. Right? A decade later, Maahi, now a successful wedding photographer, is all set for the next wedding on her calendar. The only thing she doesn't account for is the astoundingly familiar face of the groom's best friend. Cover Art: Sweeta Meetha ❤️

She chose her apartment because she liked the attached balcony and the peace and quiet it afforded her. That is soon about to change thanks to a new neighbour. Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my person, my Yang, my Lorelai. I write today because you asked why not. Cover Picture Courtesy: To the ever lovely @AasthaKatrela!

They were strangers bound by an arranged marriage neither of them wanted. She, a quiet dreamer who had secretly loved him for years. He, a pragmatic man who saw marriage as an obligation, not an emotion. For two years, they lived as roommates - her world revolving around him, and his life quietly orbiting her without realizing it. Until one night, a phone call could have changed everything - if only he had picked up. That night changed her. The woman who once waited for love now wanted freedom. But by the time he finally saw what she meant to him... she was already gone. And some mistakes take years to heal - even if love never really leaves.